Rain at dawn soaks heron feathers.
Swallowtail wings.
Rubber tree leaves.
Bougainvillea blooms.
Its brief persistence fills potholes.
Hundreds, if not thousands.
Pocking thoroughfares in St. Croix.
Forcing drivers to slow down.
Vie for passage with oncoming traffic.
Creep around crevices.
For fear of ripping tires.
Breaking axles.
Ruining suspensions.
If not spines or necks.
So, how does a heavy rain help motorists?
Well, water in those small lagoons glistens.
As sun pokes from behind curtained sky,
For an hour, just one hour, drivers, forewarned.
Beholding brimming craters.
Making their way without worry.
For when pit becomes pool,
driving, for sure, is less cruel.
No four-wheel gridlock duel.
Heads more inclined to keep cool!
Lynn Benjamin
January 26, 2022
